Red eyes and white lighter Your smoke fills up my room Blue dream in December Not waking up till noon Red eyes and white lighter Your clothes still in my room They smell like you And all the things we'd do Red eyes and white lighter Gone away too soon Chapped lips in November From always kissing you Green eyes and dead flowers We're a fucked up pair of two White lines on the table Getting older too Older too Older too Older too Older too Red eyes and white lighter I wear your shirt to bed Reminds me of how things were better then